Monthly Archives: April 2016

There’s a church in a village long swallowed up by Greater London. It came powerfully to mind tonight as I looked out across fields of oilseed flowers to a lovely range of hills which now separate me from that place … Continue reading →

Declining powers, one must live with them. But is there a concentration of meaning in experience which is ever-more restricted? I remember once glimpsing the distant sea through the gap in a high hedge in a Devon lane: a lovely … Continue reading →

Blue windflowers. Just a few. They’re very early this year. They’ve naturalised in my gardens over the years. February can be a lovely month with the awakening of things. It’s months since my most recent post, which was headed ‘Harvest … Continue reading →